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♥ Saturday, January 29, 2005
11:30 PM

past by the field at paya lebar after having dinner at ljs.saw some concert.fala went home shortly.shaz and sis,fahimah and memanaged to catch a glimpse of taufik.i was jst having fun screaming.really.i just luuurrrvvveee parties:)


i feel empty.i feel numb.

it's been 8mths.it's not that i havent moved on.i guess it's just that a part of me has gone away.far away.unreachable.for the better or worse,i havent decide.the old me would probably go like,"cutie cutie cutie" or somewhat like that.but now,i don't even have the interest.maybe being a bisexual isn't a bad idea.i'm kiddin.i'm not saying that i should have a bf,or a crush.it just has this funny feeling to it.bittersweet effect.ah,hate it.and nana is crazy.so is fala.hell,i'm NOT gonna get a boyfriend before my sassy 17.you guys should hear the reasons that they give.shudders.i need a big big hug real badly now.i wish someone will make me better.



will you be my valentine?